I Have Been a Rover

Lots of writers deal with the subject of Lycantrophy or the art of being (or at least believing you are) a werewolf.

Well... I’ve got a bit of that going on. I firmly believe that there is a part of me which is Canine through and through.

Yes, I am convinced that I am part-dog.

Sure, it would be cooler to be Lupine and howl at the moon but, as the man says, you can’t always get what you want.

Why do I think I’m part dog?

Well the evidence is there in my behavior, particularly in the way I deal with other dogs.

It’s mostly territorial. Whenever I see a dog who barks at me, it effects me at a very basic primordial level. That dog is clearly trying to assert some kind of authority on me and I CANNOT HAVE THAT (sorry). I see any dog barking at me as a personal invasion and affront and the desire to go to that dog and take my bloody vengeance is often difficult to suppress.

I have never come across a dog who scared or intimidated me. Dogs sense this in me too – generally they are afraid of me no matter how nice I am trying to be – they sense that thing in me which humans cannot – namely that if they get in my space and annoy me, I could gleefully tear them limb from limb.

As a result people often tell me that I am ‘good with dogs’. I like dogs, so that helps, but mostly the dogs know not to get out line with me. They smell a kindred spirit. One who responds to them as another dog would – an Alpha Dog.

Why am I musing on this today? Well yesterday, someone ‘got in my space’ down town. They were drunk and they ran full tilt into me as I was coming out of the video shop. I said something like ‘Please be careful’ and he said ‘F**k off, don’t touch me.’ At those words, the territorial instinct set in and, in that moment I was no longer a tired dude heading home from work.

I hissed something into this guys face that I won’t repeat here – suffice it to say it was graphic and completely confrontational.

The guy looked into my eyes and he saw the dog in there. Maybe in his drunken calculation he saw somebody who he could win over in a fight but he also saw somebody who would bloody him badly before he finally succeeded.

So he lowered his eyes and he went away.

And as I walked up the street, the dog was gone again and I was left reprimanding myself for rising to these situations.

I was an old fool, I thought, and it was time I calmed down.

But one part of me – a small part – just wanted to find a pole and piss on it.

I've got one up on ya! Dogs love me. They respond to me. They know I don't mean them any harm, so they approach me wagging their tails for some lovin'. And since they're looking for some lovin', needless to say, they're not barking at me.

Um... can I make a request. Can you like... not update one day or at least write something I can actually resist reading? I need to go to bed! lol

Anyway, back on topic... I'm not usually the type to get 'turned on' by guys being all 'alpha dog' and being the 'tough guy' but imagining you scaring off this poor drunken buffoon (sp?) was pretty hot.

I like the whole dog scenario. However we have a lot of pitbulls around the neighborhood and most of them well haven't been bought up to fetch the newspaper. So most of them don't bark at you much .. more like bite. That is probably less painfull than the owner coming out yelling at you to stop feeding his dog human leg.

I'm not a dog person at all. I don't dislike them or fear them I just don't trust them. When my sister was 4 our cousins family pet dog decided to eat her face. I clearly remember screaming and getting the adults to pull the dog off of her. I was only a few years older, still am. I've had other run ins with dogs and we have had pet dogs too. But, I am not a dog fan. Cats are much smarter, don't bark or drool and they know when to come around and when to piss off.

Margaret: I'm glad you got 'dog lover' from all this, 'cos I certainly am. It's just my brand of dog love isn't about cuddling them or giving them chocolates - I can see you understand that and I'm pleased cos you know a *lot* about dogs.

About Me

51 Years Old.
Loves to write.
Has had writing produced for radio, theatre, and film... some short stories published (and broadcast) and a laundry list which was highly commended by 'Whiter than White' in Castle Street.
'My Writing Resume'